In the City of ChicagoAs the evening shadows fallThere are people dreamingOf the hills of Donegal

Eighteen forty-sevenWas the year it all beganDeadly pains of hungerDrove a million from this landThey journeyed not for gloryTheir motive wasn't greedA voyage of survivalAcross the stormy seas

To the City of ChicagoAs the evening shadows fallThere are people dreamingOf the hills of Donegal

Some of them knew fortuneSome of them knew fameMore of them knew hardshipThey died upon the plainsThey spread throughout the nationThey rode the railroad carsBrought their songs and musicTo ease their lonely hearts

To the City of ChicagoAs the evening shadows fallThere are people dreamingOf the hills of Donegal

In the City of ChicagoAs the evening shadows fallThere are people dreamingOf the hills of Donegal

Eighteen forty-sevenWas the year it all beganDeadly pains of hungerDrove a million from this land